~ Scott fixing endgate on his roofing truck ~

8:14 a.m.
Scott brought coffee downstairs before leaving the house so I am up earlier than yesterday. I like that. Now if only he would do it at six o’clock…I might get so much more done in a day.

This morning they are checking bull semen. I am curious about how they gather their samples, but not enough to get dressed and go out and watch. Anyway they aren’t doing it here. They’re loading up the bulls and hauling them over to his uncle's, where there is a different handling system and it will be easier than doing it in the barn here. So I'm told.

I am reading an unauthorized biography of Harper Lee, who wrote To Kill A Mockingbird, was made rich and famous by it, and apparently never published another thing.

Both my boys are still in bed. Everett may be awake, as he answered the phone earlier. He has been sleeping on the basement couch for so many months now that I almost forget there is some urgency to get him a proper bed. Not that there’s any point in urgency; nothing can be done until we get moved.

Scott has suggested I clean out this office and put a bed in here, but that would mean taking boxes of photos and such over to Golden Grain Farm for storage. Every place over there is due to be a construction zone, as he plans to work in the basement as well as the main floor, so I’m afraid my photos may get sawdust-dirty or drywall-dusty and prefer to keep them here.

Gord is picking the boys up on Tuesday morning and they’ll be gone for a month so maybe in that time there will be some movement forward at the house. The kid doesn’t complain, but it’s amazing that he doesn’t. Once in a while, if a certain someone is up watching TV when he is trying to sleep, he gets annoyed if the noise keeps him awake. But mostly he’s just a goodnatured boy who makes do with whatever is available. He's not demanding in the least.

I drive over to Golden Grain Farm at a normal pace each day, sometimes twice, but now almost always return at about 10 mph. Yesterday morning I saw that cormorant in the water at the ravine but again it took off when I stopped for a photo.

I have been yodeling (if you can call it that) a lot lately after watching a couple episodes of How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria? on TV. They are having a contest to choose the singer who will play Maria von Trapp in the new Andrew Lloyd Webber musical The Sound of Music.
It is driving Everett nuts. That's what mothers are for and I'm particularly good at it.